You weren't as you advertised. I had to be tolerant of that; for "love". You gutted me like a fish, but let me swim, almost freely. The only problem is that you would leave me in the water to drown. I would struggle to get out. At the moment I succeed I can finally survive but I die from the suffocation. You would only come back to put me back in my marine prison that I've grown to love.
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Mind Poems
PoetryThis is a growing collection of poems I write myself. I encourage anyone to critique and give me ways to improve. A special friend convinced me to publish them. The poems contents are my thoughts at the time of writing. Even if there isn't such thin...
